To Them

This skin is burning

Thunders in this dwelling

No day is a daylight

So how to listen to what is right?

 

Say where I’m not from

No, that’s wrong

Now come further beyond my door

Because you see, my hand cannot speak

And your eyes alone can’t see through me

 

“You don’t know shit”

are all the words from me

To them, the arrogant hearts

To them, the narrowing paths

To them, the ice cold mouths

To them, the ridiculous shouts

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